Ashes

The husband died, and the wife brought the ashes home.

Picking up the urn that he was in, she walked out the back door and poured him out on the patio table.

Then, while tracing her fingers in the ashes, she started talking to him. “You know that dishwasher you promised me?” she said in a melancholy tone. “I bought it with the Insurance money.”

She paused for a minute tracing her fingers in the ashes then said, “Remember that car you promised me? Well, I also bought it with the insurance money.”

Again, she paused for a few minutes and while tracing her fingers in the ashes she said, “Remember that diamond ring you promised me? I bought it, too, with the insurance money.”

Finally, she reached down at her side and picked up a leaf blower as she said, “Remember that blow job I promised you? Well I hope you’re ready!”